Chapter 29
Bright light burst from the end of Draco's wand. The very same wand Harry returned after Draco's trial, he'd already purchased another two weeks before, it had stayed in Harry's pocket all the same. It was so familiar to him now, the dark handle, the lighter hawthorn wood, how straight and perfect it looked. It felt right to see it in Draco's hand, that's where it belonged. He sat up, suddenly aware that he was still naked from last nights antics. He grabbed some boxers off the floor and pulled them on, standing up to face Draco.
The silver wisps were forming, the creature was taking shape. Four legs, large, slender yet strong horns, no antlers.
A stag.
It wasn't as muscular and its antlers weren't as big as Harry's, but it was more beautiful and just as powerful. It bowed its head towards them and bounded around the room, eyes taking in every nook and cranny of the room.
"Expecto Patronum."
The wand was in Harry's hand and the words left his mouth before he'd even thought about it. His own stag joined Draco's, face to face they inspected one another, then the bowed and licked each others faces tenderly. They stayed like that for a minute or two before Draco could not hold the spell any longer and his patronus disappeared, when Harry lowered his wand so did his.
"They're the same?" Draco asked.
"It happens, it happens when you love someone."
He heard Draco's breath hitch, his own heart beat so loudly he was sure it was audible. They locked eyes, neither of them capable of looking away.
"I love you too Draco."
He murmured, lunging forward and grabbing Draco's perfectly pretty face between his hands and attacking him with a devouring kiss. Instinctively Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and gave as good as he got, slipping his tongue into Harry's mouth. Harry let his hands travel down do grip onto Draco's plump ass, causing the boy to moan hungrily into the kiss. He couldn't help but smile a little to himself, as he grabbed hold of each thigh, signalling Draco to let himself be picked up, which he did. With his legs around chosen one's waist, Draco's cock rubbed against his own through the soft cotton.
"Mmm Harry, all riled up again? Already?" He moaned hotly in his ear.
"What can I say? You've awakened something in me." He quipped, jutting his hips forward.
"Ah, the beast!" Giggling as Harry carried him towards the already messed up bed.
"Why don't we christen my bed?"
Groaning at the thought, Harry turned and practically threw Draco into the neatly made bed beside them, and clambered on top of him. He pawed at the plain t-shirt the stood between him and Draco's toned torso until Draco pulled it off himself. Harry took the opportunity to begin mouthing at his neck, moving down and leaving a trail of wetness down to the band of his bottoms.
"Can I?"
His voice sounded alien to him, deep, raspy, full of need.
"Yes, yes please do, yes." Draco consented, running his long fingers through his bed hair.
As he pulled the pyjamas down, releasing the pale white cock beneath it Harry's mouth filled with saliva.
"I want to try something, but I haven't done it before...will you trust me?"
"Yes, yeah I trust you."
Tentatively and lowered mouth and licked a stripe from the base of Draco's cock, right to the tip. This action emitted a loud dirty moan from the blondes lips, which made Harry's own dick twitch in his pants.
"You like that?"
"Yes fuck yes, please do it again, please Harry."
So he did, again and again, until he plucked up the courage to take the whole tip in his mouth. It didn't taste bad, or wrong, or gross like he thought it might, it tasted like Draco, and Harry loved it. He loved it so much it made him wanted to take in more of it, so he pushed himself down so that it hit the back of his throat. He also couldn't help but enjoy the now, almost screaming nonsense that was Draco Malfoy. It was so thrilling, to be able to reduce him to a blathering mess through pleasure. When he swallowed it caused a particularly desperate whine, so he repeated it again and again, now moving his lips up and down Draco's shaft. Chanting a mix up of Harry's name, swear words and unintelligent babbling, Draco had one hand clutching the sheets and the other gripping onto his own hair. Before long Harry felt Draco's whole body tense as he released down Harry's throat.
When he'd calmed down and stopped shaking, Harry pulled off Draco's cock and shifted up to place a delicate peck on his lips. He could see Draco was completely out of it, probably overwhelmed by pleasure. Apparently it didn't stop him from trying to shove his hand in Harry's boxers.
"No, Draco it's okay, you can return the favour later. Let's just stay like this for a while." He said, holding the hand that was so close to his crotch.
Draco just nodded, eyes drooping, Harry wondered if he even slept much at all last night. He looked so adorable like this, hands resting on Harry's chest, head tucked under Harry's chin. It was as if they fitted together perfectly, like a puzzle with only two pieces.